Chapter One
Rachel POV
I was going to die.
Oh my god I am a complete and utter dumbass, not taking any backup, I am a kick ass demon-witch thing my ass! And a dumb one at that, how could I be so naive' to trust that-that fucking cookie! FUCKING TRENT!
Phone. I need my fucking phone! Where is it? I thought, hoping it hadn't been destroyed by the beating and the-the-act. God to think I could have saved myself all of this drama and trouble if I had just left him in the ever-after, or not freed him from the familiar bond especially that! God I am such a sucker for punishment and again a dumbass! Groping the ground for my clothes, I fell onto a puddle, wait puddle when was it raining? Unless... oh shit this is not good, it isn't a puddle, it's my blood. Shit! I fumbled with my good arm and found my jacket and weakly dug into the pocket and found my phone and punched speed dial with my sticky, shaky fingers. Pick up! Pickup! God please pickup! The ringing bored into my ears.
"Vampiric Charms this is Ivy Tamwood how can I help you?"
"Ivy…"I rasped, my voice hoarse from hours of screaming and crying for help that never came. But Ivy would come, she always comes for me no matter how much I've hurt her, although unknown to her I am protecting her by not being with her. Trent would have killed her long before I found a way to save her soul. But the bastard was lying, he was using me as a tool to hurt the woman I loved. Elves don't have that magic, Demoness' do, I should've went straight to Ivy once I found out, but I just had to let my temper get the best of me and now look where it got me. Again I am a dumbass. Though at least now I can tell her before I die, even though I'll be reborn again, another demoness thing a sort of immortality.
"Rachel? Are you okay?" she sounded worried, she's always worried about me, though she has good reason to be but this is unfortunately another way I have hurt her. Taking a deep shivering breath I realized I was getting cold and a little bit sleepy. That is not good.
"No, I'm not. I sc-sc-screwed up I-I-Ivy," I began shivering from being so cold, naked in the cold mid-November air in an alleyway behind Piscary's Pizza, so the vampires would be blamed if someone found my body no doubt! Bastard!
"Rachel?! Rachel where are you?!" Ivy's voice was way too loud.
"Al-al-alley-w-w-way, b-b-behind, P-p-pizza, Please Ivy..." the phone slipped out of my hand due to the shivering of my cold abused body, and the blood loss and trauma of my beatings.
Far way I could hear Ivy on the phone calling my name but I was too weak and cold to answer, she'll be here soon. Ivy will come for me, she always comes for me. I pulled broken arm over my exposed breast to both keep it leveled and cover at least part of me while my jacket was draped over my exposed front to try to save what little was left of my dignity, and keep me somewhat warm. Hunching over I gasped as I felt as if my insides were playing soccer and my ribs hurt badly making me wheeze instead of breathing regularly. Trying to stave off the pain and keep awake I started humming a tune Ivy would sing when she thought no one was listening or around. Before long I heard someone call from far away, the voice of an angel... my angel Ivy! She came! Smiling softly I finally allowed myself to go unconscious knowing Ivy would watch over me. My Ivy.